The Unknown

To speak on something rare,

Would then make it known,

Something rare to you,

I may not see it's rarity,

For our universes are different,

We live in the same world,

Yet, not in the same space,

Sharing a consciousness,

Even though we do not share the same face,

Thoughts and ideas that once lived here,

Live now in your mind,

Until it's an innovator that finds it and brings it to life,

Our journey through life,

Is to hop in and out of stories,

Finding different people who are zombies,

until we find others like us as we dream,

They are in the same universe as us,

And they grow daily,

Only those of consciousness,

Will understand,

Though there are not many.